Porter: I have had occasion to use quite a little of it on my night’s rounds.
Dr.: Indeed? (a pause) I think it will be advisable for me to go with you on your rounds, and see how that happens.
Porter: Certainly, doctor. (a pause) There is something I will say about that.
Dr.: Well?
Porter: I hope you are not suspecting me of being a thief.
Dr.: I have no right to do so; but it is my duty to try to make certain about the matter. We cannot have drinking going on in this institution, especially at such a ticklish time as this. I don’t like the job of playing detective, but somebody has to do it.
Porter: Doctor, I wish you to understand something that I have never before talked about in this place. I am here because I was accused of taking bank funds; but somebody else got that money—I did not. I am taking what fate handed out to me, but I wish you to know that I am not that sort of man.
Dr.: I possess a normal amount of discernment, Porter, and I appreciate your services in this position; it is not always easy to find a registered pharmacist in a prison.
Porter: Thank you, doctor.
Dr.: Nevertheless, it will be my duty to go the rounds with you this evening.